Mage Joan

Clark took the water bag from Joan, took a big sip, sucked his mouth, and did not produce the expected bitterness, but he believed that Joan would not joke with him about such a terrible thing.

Casio and Shrek took turns taking water bags, each pouring a potion of "mythical energy", and then returning the water bag to Joan.

"We have worked very hard to get here, and finally we are here. The hope of success is right in front of us, and we must overcome this last difficulty anyway!"

Clark's expression was particularly solemn, and his hot eyes fell on the young mage's face.

"Brother Joan, I will push the door open later, and join the fat man and the poet to drag the iron golem. You don’t have to worry about us, rush into the teleportation array as soon as possible, go to the attic to find the Koschicho collar, and get down immediately after you find it. Lou meets us!"

Joan knew that time was running short, and now it wasn't procrastination, he nodded solemnly.

Clark greeted Shrek, and the two turned around and walked to the front door of the hall, each holding down a heavy door panel, pushing them inwards.

The door shaft creaked, and Joan's heart followed his throat.

Just as the big iron door was about to open, a sharp airflow whistled suddenly behind him, and it seemed that the "wind-driven ladder" had risen.

Joan was taken aback, looked at Casio, and then turned around and looked back.

At the end of the corridor, the "wind-operated ladder" really rose up!

"It's impossible!" Casio exclaimed silently. "There are only four of us in the castle. How could the "wind-operated ladder" rise for no reason!"

The speech was not over, the opposite staircase was open, and three familiar figures came out one after another.

The headed black robe holds the staff, followed by the orc warrior with long arms and knees, and a huge troll with nine heads!

Just as Joan and Casio watched the three uninvited guests, the opposite three also looked towards them.

The moment when the two sides touched each other, they were all shocked and shouted almost at the same time:

"It turns out you!"

On both sides of the straight corridor stood Joan, Casio, Clark and Shrek on one side, and opposite were the "Snake Hand" Sharman, the "Tearer" Kurkin and the "Nine Trolls" Scala.

The two sides met in a narrow path and were dumbfounded for a while.

"Snake Hand" Sharman first recovered, raised his staff and pointed at Joan and others, with a grinning smile on his pale face: "Let's see where else you can escape!"

The obsidian staff appeared a dark red light, and a burning magic mixed with evil magical powers was coming out!

Joan saw at a glance that Shaman was using his staff to release 4 rings of "Flame Strike". If he successfully released this spell with extremely terrifying power and killing range, he and his companions behind him, don't even want to run! All have to be scorched, or you will be injured!

In an anxious situation, Qiao An couldn't take care of that much, and instantly inspired three "mythical powers" to display his new path ability "mythical countermeasure" after being promoted to the second-level "Mythical Archmage", raising his hand forward With a wave, the hallway seemed to explode silently and thunder, and the distribution of the magic net was turbulent!

The "flame strike" that Sharman was performing was affected by this extremely chaotic magic wave. The spell configuration that had just been condensed was instantly destroyed and re-decomposed into disordered magic threads.

"This... how is this possible?!"

With two eyes staring straight at the staff whose light turned to dim, Sharman was stunned.

Not to mention that Joan is only a low-level mage, even if the cast level is very high, after all, he is still a "mage", and it is impossible to master the 4-ring magic art like "flame strike", of course, it is impossible to successfully counter the "flame strike" Surgery".

However, the two diametrically opposite magic forces just cancelled each other out, which was clearly the special effect of "spell counter-attack". Sharman couldn't figure out how to break his head. What exactly did Joan do just now.

When he was puzzled here, across the hallway, Clark and Shrek were not idle. The two Hercules pushed forward and thundered, pushing open the iron door leading to the hall on the sixth floor of the castle. The figure of the iron golem loomed into the corridor.

"Guys, come with me!"

Clark covered his nose and yelled at the companion beside him with a cough.

"Don't be entangled by Shaman's group, act according to the planned plan as soon as possible!"

Joan, Shrek, and Casio didn't hesitate. They immediately followed the Giant Frost into the hall on the sixth floor, and his back was swamped with green poisonous fog.

"Eat meat! Eat meat!"

"Scala is so hungry!"

"Scala wants meat!"

The heads of the nine trolls clamored in unison, and the endless appetite caused the monster to lose its mind, striding into the hall full of poisonous gas, and sniffing the prey.

Deep and misty, there were heavy and rhythmic footsteps, as if a machine was roaring towards Scala.

The nine trolls turned their heads in surprise. Nine pairs of eyes were swollen and shed tears with poisonous gas. They vaguely saw a tall and burly black figure approaching, seeming to hold a giant sword in their hands.

Scala's nine heads swallowed saliva all at once, no matter what the other person was, howling and rushed up, rushed directly to the other person to bury his head and bite, the teeth gnawed the steel armor, Mars fired, and a piercing friction sound .

The iron golem in the thick fog was staggered by the nine trolls without any warning attack. The flashing light in his eyes turned from blue to red. According to the fixed program, this greedy monster was defined as the need to be eliminated first. Enemy.

The iron golem freed his left hand, grabbed Scala's neck, and pushed the powerful iron palm forward, pulling the crazy bite monster away from himself; his right arm rose upward, wide and sharp The great sword swept across Scala's neck with a roar, and with a "pop", he cut down the head in the middle.

Nine trolls staggered back, and their necks blew with blood.

The other eight heads distributed around the neck, turned their heads to look at the blood-sprayed neck one after another, and found that there was no one competing for food. All were happily screaming.

Scala's broken neck section quickly germinated a large piece of dense granules like maggots, and within half a minute, a new head grew.

Heads around saw the rebirth of the decapitation, and couldn't help sighing in unison, disappointed.

"Bah! Bah! Black Giant's meat, it's not tasty!"

"It tastes like iron shavings! Cut your mouth! Spicy throat!"

"It doesn't taste good! It's delicious!"

"The black giant beheaded Scala! Scala is very angry!"

"Bit the Black Giant!"

"Tear the black giant!"

"No bone residue left!"

The anger eager for revenge prompted the nine trolls to be mad, completely forgetting the original purpose of Shaman to bring him here, red eyes rushed to the iron golem and fought desperately!

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